Someone else's luck
Put me in your eyeline
Put me in your bed so I
Panicked at the thought
And clung to every word you said
While letting go of mine
I can hear them talk
I can be their Friday night
Their conversation piece
Subject of their plot
Any consolation
Just to have you close to me
Can't deny I've been careless with him
Blame it on my youth
Though I know it's a desperate cover
I can't be alone
Now I have your hands
I can't lеt them go
And they don't know me at all
What wе have to fight
Their intrusive eyes
And they don't know me like they think they do